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Jul. 20th, 2009 03:06 pmSaturday night I went for a goth party, and walking into the room felt like "I have arrived". The attendance was low, but I had fun and was comfortable the whole night. I really like the goth community here, I think. People are sincere, tolerant, pretty, gorgeous, and we all think the Singapore government needs to get that stick out of its ass. I can only wish I had time to stick around for more events to get to know more people better.
Somehow, the stayover morphed into an afternoon of lounging by my swimming pool stuffing our faces with food and teaching Karen how to swim. xx and I kind of laughed our heads off when we shouldn't; I hadn't had such a hilarious laugh in ages, even though it's at someone else's misery. But I think Karen knows how to swim, somewhat! I have to give it to her for her determination XD
Today, however, my hair is shit from the chlorine (the only downside to swimming, and my being a vainpot). It's warm and all I want to do is curl up on the couch and be anti-social, continue my relentless denial of the need to find myself a paying job, deliberate whether I should change my flight back to the US. I didn't give it much thought when I set the date, because I thought I'd just have to get used to it, you know? The longer I stay here, the harder it is to leave, even though sometimes I think I've seriously had it with the upright people and almost oppressive need to conform in this society, had it with the way people expect you to behave a certain way and when you don't they are surprised. I wonder, however, if it's "better" anywhere else, is it a chronic case of "the grass is always greener on the other side" when you've kind of seen both sides?
きょうみがないよ〜
Mmmm, when told that I'm always quiet in groups, then my preference for the unconventional, Wendy accused -
"IT'S ALWAYS THE QUIET ONES!"
Somehow, the stayover morphed into an afternoon of lounging by my swimming pool stuffing our faces with food and teaching Karen how to swim. xx and I kind of laughed our heads off when we shouldn't; I hadn't had such a hilarious laugh in ages, even though it's at someone else's misery. But I think Karen knows how to swim, somewhat! I have to give it to her for her determination XD
Today, however, my hair is shit from the chlorine (the only downside to swimming, and my being a vainpot). It's warm and all I want to do is curl up on the couch and be anti-social, continue my relentless denial of the need to find myself a paying job, deliberate whether I should change my flight back to the US. I didn't give it much thought when I set the date, because I thought I'd just have to get used to it, you know? The longer I stay here, the harder it is to leave, even though sometimes I think I've seriously had it with the upright people and almost oppressive need to conform in this society, had it with the way people expect you to behave a certain way and when you don't they are surprised. I wonder, however, if it's "better" anywhere else, is it a chronic case of "the grass is always greener on the other side" when you've kind of seen both sides?
きょうみがないよ〜
Mmmm, when told that I'm always quiet in groups, then my preference for the unconventional, Wendy accused -
"IT'S ALWAYS THE QUIET ONES!"
